With about 5 hours of sleep we started our Sunday outing. Off to the bead store. Then to the float. Set up the float with endless beads. Find the costumes. Rally the kids. Dress the kids. Feed the kids. Finally, the ride began at 5:30. Hours through the streets of Metairie. Throw, throw, throw... dance, dance, dance,... the route ended, the wheels stopped around 10:30 p.m. We quickly unloaded, got the kids off to the curb, and I sat down for the first time. My body demanded more. I layed out and felt muscles (I did not know I had) throb. Oh, sweet, fun, pain. Life is so good!
By the time Linda and I got the last patient back to the hospital, we realized we hadn't eaten and were both starving. Restaurant after restaurant had lines of hungry parade goers and out of towners. Finally, we found an Ihop and with our lovely costumes on, we went inside for that yummy late night breakfast. It was midnight, pouring rain outside, and we were loving life with some amazing BLT's.
Monday morning came way too quickly. I kept little man while Linda and Mark went to work. By noon the Gretna Krazy Kids were lining up for their parade. Ready... Firetruck, EMT's, police cars blocking the streets... set, floats and beads, go... ride and throw!
I found a ride out to Metairie to meet up with daddy for a late lunch. I love having this private, one on one time with him. He looks great and as sharp as ever! Loving me, my daddy.
He dropped me at the New Orleans airport for 4:00 p.m. My gosh, had I already run the clock out?